ashley forgetting what spell she’s concentrating on as she gets slammed by a boulder but still rolling a natural 20 and maintaining it is maybe the most fearne moment in this campaign so far
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When I think of female rage I think of Pippa Fitz-Amobi finding out about Max Hastings being “innocent”. I think about her pouring coke on some jerks head and shoving one of her friends against the lockers and holding him by the throat for accusing her of lying. I think about her breaking windows and painting “Rapist I will get you” on Max’s door. I think of her shoving protesters and breaking signs at Stanley’s funeral.
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"not you sunshine" SUNSHINE ????
the show is so fucking good wtf
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Bold jumping spider (Phidippus audax) female, Salticidae
Photographed by Thomas Shahan
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people complained SO MUCH about kitty noire's design but like. look at her
she has dip-dyed neon green hair and highlighter lipstick to match. she has entirely useless zippers on the upper part of her sleeves. her bangs are totally uneven and look like she did them herself with craft scissors. she's wearing a crop leather jacket over a leather undershirt and SUSPENDERS. zoe lee is 14 years old and designed her cat superhero oc to Kick Ass and if i was 14 i literally would have done the exact same thing
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"Apparently, an iron will is all it takes to keep a glamour from digging in"
"I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through."
"It wasn't right."
"I realized he wouldn't have gone with me to save you from Prythian."
i finally drew human nesta - about time tbh
also thank you @secret-third-thing for providing me with the quotes
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feixiao has known since she was first freed from her shackles by that verdant general that her life would end on the path of the hunt, either by her enemy’s claws, or her own. she has known, ever since she felled the first wolf-beast with her blade, that there would only be one way her story would end. could end. and that’s with her weapon in hand, on a vast battlefield as she chases the abominations of abudance across the galaxy like the reignbow’s own lux arrow wrapped in mortal skin, flesh and bone.
feixiao has known, always, that she will die for the hunt. after all, what is a hunter without it?
but when you hold her in the night, warm palms cupping her pale face and thumbs brushing over the arch of her cheekbones, your voice so achingly soft and frail and pleading, something in her shifts. her resolve does not falter—a loosed arrow can never be stopped until it hits its target—but she relents, in a way. lingers in the sanctuary of your embrace for a second longer, lets her coat hang in your closet a day longer, lies in bed with you a day, a month, a year longer. she is stil flying, still an arrow in the sky, but she finds herself slowing down and watching the way the stars in your eyes pass by. it’s… nice.
feixiao has known, always, that she will die for the hunt.
and while that remains true, she has learned, now, that for whatever number of years she has left, she will live for you.
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gillian anderson, instagram selfie 8/19/24
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